Where you went out the back door of that house there was a stoer trough in the weeds by the side of the house. A galvanized pipe e off the roof and the trough stayed pretty much full and I remember stoppin there oime and squattin down and lookin at it and I got to thinkin about it. I dont know how long it had been there. A hundred years. Two hundred. You could see the chisel marks io was hewed out of solid rod it was about six foot long and maybe a foot and a half wide and about that deep. Just chiseled out of the rock. And I got to thinkin about the man that dohat. That try had not had a time of peace much of ah at all that I knew of. Ive read a little of the history of it sind I aint sure it ever had one. But this man had set down with a hammer and chisel and carved out a stoer trough to last ten thousand years. Why was that? What was it that he had faith in? It wasnt that nothin would ge. Which is what you might think, I suppose. He had to……（内容加载失败！）
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